"Oh, Your Angelness, I
couldn't do that."
"Why not?" Mary Anne asked.
"Because you're the Angel!"
"What difference does that
Scott blushed again. How
embarrassed he was! Her
Angelness, Mary Anne, had
"Well, it doesn't really--" then she was interrupted by the rude general.
"Your Angelness! Why are you talking to this soldier? He's just a soldier! And
letting him call you by your first name is very inappropriate, Mary Anne. I can call
you Mary Anne because I'm a general, and I'm very important."
"Excuse me!" bellowed Mary Anne, "but I have a few things to correct you on!"
The general lowered his head in shame. "Number one, you interrupted. Number
two, you showed no respect for Soldier Scott. Number three, I gave Scott
permission to call me by my first name, but not you. Now as punishment you must
go down to the lowest branch for an hour. During that time, Soldier Scott may
take over as the general." The general gasped, but with no delay marched
himself down to the lowest branch on the tree.
"Now that that is taken care
of," Mary Anne said, "I shall
continue what I was saying
before we were so rudely
interrupted: It doesn't really
matter, now does it?"
"I-- I-- I guess not,"
sputtered Scott. Mary Anne